Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Q65,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.